Summer's POV
When I was a little girl, my dad would tell me and my brother all sorts of stories about his work as a Pokémon Ranger. I knew I would one day be one myself- after all, helping people was one of my favourite things to do.
My name's Summer. I'm fifteen years old, and I just recently graduated Ranger School. My goal is to be the best Pokémon Ranger there ever was.
I loved flying- just the feeling of the wind in my hair as I held tight to Staraptor's feathers- it was a great thing. Today was my very first mission- a pretty large one for a couple of rookies like me and my partner were.
Speaking of my partner… where was he?
I looked around curiously, before a new sound caught my attention. "Yeah! These Z.Z. Flyers are amazing!"
I frowned and swerved to the right. Admittedly, the first thought that occurred to me was that the- Z.Z. Flyers, were they called?- did look rather fun to ride. Then it occurred to me that I didn't know who the strangely dressed people riding them were, or what they were chasing (for they were chasing something.
"Ugh, keep your mind on the job!" growled the girl of the duo. "This Latias doesn't give up."
Oh, they were chasing Latias.
Wait! Latias is a Pokémon!
"Well, I'll tell it," said the boy. "Give up!"
"Hey!" I exclaimed, catching up to them. These must have been the poachers we were looking for. They whipped around to face me. "Leave that Latias alone!"
"Uh… who are you?" asked the boy.
I blinked at him, and glanced down at my outfit, then back at them incredulously. I was clearly in the official Pokémon Ranger uniform.
"Red goggles, yellow scarf…" the girl narrowed her eyes for a split second before widening them once more. "She's a Pokémon Ranger!"
"That's me!" I said cheerfully.
"We don't need any Rangers interfering in our plans!" said the boy, scowling. "So I'll just shoot you out of the sky!"
"I'd like to see you try," I said, raising an eyebrow.
The boy gritted his teeth, clicking a button on his Z.Z. Flyer and sending an array of green and pink orbs at me. I rolled my eyes and flew out of the way. My attacker looked surprised.
"You're good, I'll admit that much," said the girl. "But can you handle our double attack?"
In the back of my mind, I mused that maybe Hastings should equip our Capture Stylers with shields or something. I was proud of myself for mostly being able to dodge the plasma orbs, but hissed in pain as one brushed by my arm, leaving an angry red burn in its wake. I grimaced, but shook it off and returned my attention to the poachers.
"My battery's dead!" the boy exclaimed in horror. The girl nodded. "Yours too?"
"Yeah," said the girl, sounding annoyed. "I guess we'll have to ram her."
"Hey, let's make this a fair fight!"
I swerved out of the way as my partner flew in beside me. I grinned at him. "Ben! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you were going to miss all the fun!"
"Sorry, I didn't get my invitation," Ben quipped back, eyes darting to the burn on my arm. He said nothing, but glared at the two poachers. "So these are the Pinchers we're looking for?"
I shrugged.
"The Plasma cannons stop working, Rangers keep popping up, and we've lost Latias!" whined the girl, "I think now would be a good time to flee!"
"Now, there's no need for that," said a calm voice. A man on a red Z.Z. Flyer came into view. He made eye contact with me and looked taken aback for a moment, before shaking his head. "We have one more on our side now."
"Leader! These two are Pokémon Rangers!" said the boy, sounding horrified.
"Oh, yes, we're so fearsome," I muttered under my breath.
A small, amused smile tugged at the leader's lips, as if he'd heard me. "I can see that, though I've never seen flying Rangers before."
"Who are you?" I demanded. "And what do you want?"
"The name's Red Eyes," he said pompously. I raised an eyebrow.
"Red Eyes?" I repeated dubiously. It fit, given the fiery colour of his eyes, matching a streak in his blonde hair.
He ignored me. "And to answer your second question… I can't tell you. I don't have time to deal with a couple of brats."
Ben turned red. "Brats! We're Pokémon Rangers!"
"You're barely fifteen," said Red Eyes, waving a hand.
"Ben, shut up," I said quietly, wondering how the red-eyed man had been able t guess our ages so accurately.
He, of course, didn't listen to me. If anything got on Ben's nerves, it was haughty jerks like this Red Eyes. "Yeah, well, at least we're not the leader of a group who can't handle a couple of brats!"
I groaned as Red Eyes's eyes flashed. Now Ben had done it.
"Respect your elders, boy," Red Eyes snapped.
Ben scoffed. "What are you, twenty? You're hardly my elder."
"You know what?" hissed Red Eyes. "I have the perfect game for a rude brat like you. Tell me, boy, do you like skydiving?"
"What?" said Ben, looking slightly confused.
Red Eyes smirked triumphantly, pressing something on his Z.Z. Flyer. Realisation his me like a train as Red Eyes sent a large, multi-coloured orb at my partner.
I will admit that what I did next was very rash, but I will also admit that I didn't regret it in the slightest.
I swerved in front of Ben, and made eye contact with him for a split second, before the orb hit, and I was knocked off Staraptor. I screamed, terrified as I free-fell towards the ocean.
The last thing I saw before I hit the water was a scuffle in the sky. As I was surrounded by cold, dark water, I could only hope that Ben was okay.
Ben's POV
"Summer!" I cried as my partner fell towards the ocean. Her Staraptor flew away, and I almost felt angry that it hadn't gone after her.
"How noble," said Red Eyes, who looked shocked himself. "Sacrificing herself to save you… you must have meant quite a bit to her. It's a shame… a shame she had to fall to her death."
"Summer wouldn't let a fall like that kill her!" I said, scanning to ocean for any sign of my partner.
"You seem quite lucky," mused Red Eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him, refusing to believe that Summer was dead. Oh, why couldn't that plasma orb have hit me? "We could use a lucky charm."
The other two pinchers grabbed me by the arms. I shouted and struggled to get out of their grip. "Let go of me! I have to save Summer!"
"Knock him out," said Red Eyes coldly.
I struggled harder, but I felt something hard come in contact with my head, and everything went black.
When I awoke, the first thing I realised was the my head hurt. Then I realised everything was dark.
Admittedly, my first thought was that I'd gone blind, and I almost started panicking until I remembered what happened. Then I really did start panicking. Summer had been shot out of the sky, I had been captured… oh, this really wasn't a good start to our mission.
I heard the sound of a door opening. "So, you're awake."
I let out a low growl. "You."
"Me," Red Eyes said, sounding faintly amused.
"I swear," I snarled, "if Summer is dead, I will kill you."
"Now, I thought Rangers didn't do any of that," he said.
"What do you want?" I asked harshly, struggling against the ropes binding me. "Surely you didn't come in here just to chat."
"If it's any consolation," he drawled, "I wasn't trying to kill your girlfriend. I had nothing against her; she just wasn't about to let you die. Of course… I doubt her sacrifice will be worth much."
"What? Going to kill me?" I laughed bitterly.
"We have no use for hostages," he said coldly, seemingly agreeing. "But perhaps we can find some use for you, boy."
"Sure you can," I scoffed. "You said yourself, you have no use for a hostage, and you won't be getting any information from me."
The blindfold was ripped away from my face, and I met Red Eyes's cold eyes defiantly. He pulled my scarf from around my neck and tied it around my mouth, preventing me from speaking again. "Watch your mouth, boy. You're the captive here."
He grabbed my tied arms and roughly pulled them upward, moving the ropes to reveal my Capture Styler. My eyes widened slightly, and his expression turned smug. "Hmm, we can't let you have this, can we?"
He stood, pulling me into a standing position; the sudden motion made me slightly dizzy. Then he slammed my wrists into the wall, breaking the Styler. I bit my lip, and refused to let it seem like the action had affected me, even though I was relatively sure my Styler wasn't the only thing he'd managed to break.
"Much better," he said, dropping me back to the ground.
"Summer will find me," I told him.
He smirked. "So we take out both Rangers for the price of one."
And then he left the room.
Now that the blindfold was off, I was able to look around the room I was in. It was completely made of metal, with now windows and only one door. I glanced down at my tied hands. Droplets of red were visible, but my arms seemed to be okay. My Styler, though… it was completely ruined. Now I had no way of contacting Summer and letting her know I was okay- or finding out if she was.
I leaned my head up against the cold wall and closed my eyes. I'd really screwed up. If I had just held my temper for once, we wouldn't be in this mess. Summer was probably so mad at me, assuming she was okay.
I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. "Summer, wherever you are… please be careful."
A/N: Hello all, and welcome to my rewrite of Heroes of Oblivia! This will mostly be the same as the old one, except better written and a little less crazy. I reread the original version and realised I took the game, threw it in the blender, melted it for good measure, and then froze it back into the story. :/ So for those who read the first one… expect similar but different! This was short, but hopefully later chapters will be longer. :D
I don't own Pokémon.
